Yo, what up? You better not reach your boy's side, bitch You know I got a pimped up bitch Yeah, what up? Drake on season with the boot bag Black tag, got a lil' kick bag Hottas on my homies, got a glit back You ain't never ever get your bitch back You ain't never ever get your bitch back You ain't never ever get your bitch back You ain't never ever get your bitch back You ain't never ever get your bitch back Lamborghini doors, but I lift stars In the fuck around, got a nigga pissed off Nice lil' thot, got it stiff on Leave the Heisman on the hook, got it stiff on Fuck all that biting like Tyson, I'm holding still A couple of pills and I got my soul still Break out a split, I go head over heels for these niggas She thinks she the one, but to me she ain't that much real I've been dripping like a god with her I've been dodging all the fly with her I can't put up with my notch with her Close your eyes, eyes, eyes I'm bout to slide, slide, slide Wonder why, why, why I stay in the sky, sky, sky Pink Miley let me dance with her Freestyle, they let me dance with her Skies blue, it was sentimental Rolls gold, it was sentimental Drake on season with the boot bag Black tag, got a lil' kick bag Hottas on my homies, got a glit back You ain't never ever get your bitch back You ain't never ever get your bitch back You ain't never ever get your bitch back You ain't never ever get your bitch back Fuckin' up my bitch by the chain Want me to jump out the stage I'm on a drip on the air You know the love ain't fast You killin' and showin' some proof I already got the juice Chain different colors like fruits I like that hand got the roof I got a chain on my bitches I'm puttin' the chains on my bitches I'm puttin' some chains on the snitches I'm focused, I'm back on my mission Smilin' all white, doesn't got to mean Playin' hockey with the ice in the Major League Thirty-five bitches at the St. Bridge Firebats shootin' like Katy Back in the kitchen with the curry Pullin' up Zedd, can't hurt me Pintin' up a flamin' lil' Serpens Fifty scenes tonight, I was thirty Styrofoam caught, seven patients Heard you been talkin' bout the kids Know I done well, that's a flagrant I catch up two bitches, I gotta hit some new bitches Come check out how I'm livin' I got me some new drip I got me some new drip Ain't got nothin' to do with it I give my bitch to you And that's what she mean Black gold season with a book bag Ratttag got a lil' kick back Honol's on aenos, got a lil' kickback You ain't never, never get your bitch back You ain't never, never get your bitch back You ain't never, never get your bitch back You ain't never, never get your bitch back Black gold season with a book bag Ratttag got a lil' kickback Honol's on aenos, got a lil' kickback You ain't never, never get your bitch back You ain't never, never get your bitch back You ain't never, never get your bitch back You ain't never, never get your bitch back You ain't never, never get your bitch back Yeah, I cruisin' in the deets I twist it up, I got geeks Misbehavin' with you freaks Can't tell she got teeth I was in her mouth like veneers Start comparin' my career The diner flooded through the crib Bentley furniture for real My refunded couch for my kids Cut a half a mil' for the gig Middle fingers up, fuck the pig Diamonds fallin' off, but let me jig Never fallin' off, but never quit I retire cookin' up a brick Certified n***a, I had six Who was rappin' diamonds in the zone? I would charge a ten for the strong Keep on goin' in on the song Keep it effin' in at your home Let's learn that we movin' on I got firm n****s, I copo' Got my shy n****s on the horn Downtown Atlanta, I was born